This poem is about me. (They all are but..) I am her. Not one person will save/help me from the evil I live among. No one will help me overcome my depression or PTSD. No one ever helps me..

Just some more thoughts I have that I want to share with you.

Inconsiderate people are not worth tolerating.

What’s wrong with the world?

The subject matter of this peom is about being in a bad relationship, which I think most of us as human’s can relate to. For everyone that has been in one, you do eventually figure it out at your own rate because sometimes love can be blinding but once you do see this and end the relationship, you end all the bad things that go with it and I think we can all agree it may very well have been the best decision you ever could have made.

Just a poem to vent the anger of attending those meetings which are so boring, with certain participants who are inconsiderate and talk non-stop unnecessarily…

Optimism in the unfortunates.